Page 112 of Blaze of Vengeance


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Bobbi goes to punch me again, but someone grabs her arm.

Samantha.

Her eyes are wide and wild as she struggles to pull Bobbi off of me. “Let go of her!” she yells.

I grin crookedly at her. “Hey. Good… good job.”

Glad that some of my lessons paid off. Women helping women,amiright?

Also, women beating women, but let’s ignore that part.

Bobbi’s expression gets furious. “You really want to die? Because of Pandora Pavone? Her family has done more and worse, you know.”

“Pandora saved my life,” Samantha says fiercely, and it’s her turn to throw a sloppy punch directly at Bobbi’s face.

Bobbi easily deflects the punch, but it does mean she now doesn’t have a free hand.

She holstered her gun to punch me, I realize.

I force myself to get up, despite Bobbi’s hold on my hair, and I grapple her torso. She grunts, but with her larger bulk and extreme training, I don’t have a chance of toppling her.

“Get out of here, Sam!” I shout.

“No!” she yells back.

Bobbi suddenly bends forward and grabs me.

I gasp as she lifts me up. I twist my fingers around her clothes, but it’s no use. I’m left dangling upside down, my spine bending awkwardly. I see Samantha through my blood-hazed vision.

Bobbi lifts me higher.

She’s going to slam me down onto the concrete.

My head is going to split open.

I start laughing.

What a fucking pathetic way to go.

I really did think I would die in a much, much cooler fashion.

Samantha rushes Bobbi, shoving against her side and causing her to drop me onto the icy pavement instead of slamming me down.

I manage to get my arms over my skull right before impact. The heavy coat saves some damage, but I’m going to be honest, it still fucking hurts.

I’m also out of breath. The blood trying to fill my nostrils is not helping in that regard.

“Pandora!” Someone shouts my name, but it’s not Samantha. This voice is definitely male, and it’s followed by the rush of footsteps in my direction.

“Fuck!” Bobbi goes for her gun again.

I wonder why she didn’t shoot me from afar.

It would have been cleaner.

Neater.

I’d never have seen it coming.